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Warning: Noctis/Prompto.

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Summary: After Prompto reveals his secret of being a MT, Prince Noctis had not accepted him and turned him away. Broken hearted, Prompto had wandered aimlessly and discovered a quaint forest town, rebuilding his life and happiness there with no worries in the world. However, Prince Noctis suddenly washes up injured and unconscious on the shores of a tiny creek. Will Prompto take him home and help him recover or leave him to die from his injuries in the cold?

Chapter One

Upon discovering his secret, Prompto Argentum had seen the true nature of his friends. They had pushed him away, screaming and shouting for him to go back to his own disgusting kind. He had done so, with shame and humiliation tugging strongly at his heart. A wave of tears escaped his eyes that night, streaming and rolling down his freckled cheeks. "It's okay," Prompto said, while rubbing his bare arms for warmth, as his legs gave out and knees came crashing down onto the dirt. "You'll be fine. You'll get through this. You'll move on. You always do."

He had blindly ran away from his friends, not caring or giving a damn where he was exactly going. His mind had been only focusing on escaping the embarrassing situation at hand. It was for that reason his surroundings were foreign and exotic and appealing to the senses. "A place where no one will be able to recognize me," Prompto muttered, while forcing his body to get off of the ground, as the gates of the tiny forest town opened for him. "A chance to leave Insomnia behind. I can't say no to this."

His feet instantly moved towards the town, desiring to pave a new path without any heartbreak and tears. He had allowed himself to be tugged away, completely overcome by his inner will to persevere and survive. "These are the keys for your new penthouse," the clerk said, while handing him a shiny silver key, as his hand quickly reached out and took hold of the dangling key. "We hope you enjoy your stay here!"

XOXO

Ever since then, Prompto Argentum had been working on making his life filled with only smiles and laughter. A day never went without his lips being curled into an adorable and mischievous grin, his azure eyes sparkling and twinkling with happiness, or his freckled cheeks glowing and radiating a crimson blush. "Did you hear about the war brewing in Insomnia?" a woman muttered, while his ears perked up in curiosity, as his heartbeat began slightly racing to hear the foreboding news. "I heard Prince Noctis and his friends are losing the fight. Even worse, I heard he is missing and his friends cannot find him."

He has been promising to move on and forget about the past, not wanting those harmful memories to hold him back from achieving happiness and joy, desiring also to forgive those that have done him wrong as well, completely focusing on recovering and building a better life for himself. "My past always catches up to me in the end," Prompto whispered, while trudging through the lush forest, as the wild life fluttered and frolicked around him. "Can't catch a break, can I?"

His mindless and aimless wandering led him to a small creek, glimmering and shimmering underneath the radiant sunlight, embodying also the body of the supposed missing Prince Noctis. Instantly, he had become terrified and remained standing a few feet away from the unconscious crown prince, fearing that Ignis and Gladiolus would blame him for the injuries upon their beloved prince. "I should just leave. He might be dead, anyway." Prompto muttered, while turning around and walking away, as groans of pain and discomfort resonated from the tiny creek, forcing him to stop and turn around to face the hurt prince. "Oh, crap! What should I do?"

Eventually, he had been overcome from his good nature and helped the crown prince out of the creek, laying him gently down onto the lush green grass, debating nervously in his head the outcomes of his next action. "I can't leave him here," Prompto mumbled, while inspecting all of the wounds the prince had, as the sun began to set in the orange and pinkish skies. "Fine, I'll bring him home with me."

XOXO

Since he had brought him home, Prompto has been working on bandaging all of the wounds on Prince Noctis' battered and bruised body. His nimble and slender fingers wrapped and tied the white roll of cloth bandage around so many scratches and gashes on the crown prince's chest and back, leaving him to wonder about the creatures the prince had been fighting before falling unconscious and floating into his little forest town. "I should probably get a blanket for him," Prompto said, while getting up from the bedside, as the prince groaned in pain again. "Hush, now. You'll be fine."

In due time, he had found a spare blanket in the hallway closet of his penthouse and made his way back to the guest bedroom with the fluffy blanket in tow. "Oh my gosh! You're awake!" Prompto said, while gasping and nervously fidgeting, as the ebony haired prince narrowed his eyes at him. "I didn't know you were going to wake up. Your injuries were really bad, so I thought you were going to be asleep for longer. I went and got - "

In a heartbeat, he had been interrupted by the crown prince, draining him of the little hope he had for this encounter to go well. "I don't need help from demons like you!" Prince Noctis demanded, while the blanket dropped from his hand and landed on the hardwood floor, as he had bowed his head and tried to keep the tears at bay. "Leave me to be!"

In an instant, he had turned around and ran away to his own bedroom, teardrops streaming and flowing down his face, mind and heart pondering the reason he had bothered to help the prince in the first place. "Is it because I love him?" he muttered, while wiping away his tears, as his body trembled from anxiety and fear. "He hates me, dislikes my very existence! It's okay...calm down...just stay holed up in your room...until he leaves."

A/N: What do you guys think? I hope that you enjoyed and liked this chapter.